The
Final Democratic Debate leaves one rather curious about Motivation. What kind
of bizarre uncurrents collected that night, to bring about such a Perfect Storm
of inanity?
On
some level, I’m sure Charlie Gibson and George Stephanopoulos knew that since
this was debate number eight-hundred and fifty, there was really very little
left to discuss. What policy area had not already been covered, other than the
nonsense?
It’s
also conceivable that they had some kind of bet going with the other
networks—Charlie Gibson at his weekly card game with Russert, Hannity,
O’Reilly—
Gibson
going, “I bet you we’ll have the worst debate of all—what if we talked about
American Flags and Patriotism for ten minutes?”
And
Russert says “You’re bluffing, you don’t have the balls.”
And
Gibson just says “Try me.”
OR,
maybe it was even more sinister than that! Charlie can’t possibly believe that
most Americans are in HIS tax bracket, can he? Maybe the guy is planning, you
know, a Lake-Michigan-Sized hot tub in his back yard in 2009, and he just
couldn’t help himself with the Cap Gains soliloquy.
You
know, I thought Stephanopoulos was one of our guys. What happened? Now he’s
taking notes from Hannity, and he gets that amorous look in his eye whenever he
says “George W. Bush”—
I’m
not ruling out the possibility that after his radio show on Wednesday Hannity
murdered Stephanopoulos and wore his skin to the debate, but I wonder how he’s
kept it from decomposing so far? I’m sure there are ways, and I’m sure Hannity
knows about them.
It’s
either that, or saddest of all, they’ve completely submitted to the Family
Values 527 group that certainly has an office in one of ABC’s
buildings—possibly Epcot—ABC FAMILY after all, being little more than the Young
Republicans Channel. If that’s the case, Charlie Gibson ought to be wrapped in
an American Flag and stuck with fifty label pins and set ablaze like a Monk
next time Disney World has an anniversary.
Meanwhile,
one gets the distinct impression that Hillary Clinton is somehow plotting a
third-party bid—some kind of “Democratic Republicans” party—Ed Rendell can be
the party chair, sending Clinton the nails with which to hand her grievances on
the Democratic Party Door—some bizarre manifesto for Gun Toting, Values-voting,
well, Republicans except-for-in-name. Clinton
is pulling a Reagan, making the new Left what was once the center, and Richard
Nixon gets more Liberal every day.
For
the Debate over Obama’s “bitter” remarks had a sinister undercurrent—the
insinuation that your President should not be Smarter than You. The American
Dream has a new lie: ANYONE can be President.
It’s
important to be a good bowler, own guns, and never have any policy toward
Muslims other than Bombing them.
First
Obama was Too Black, then Not Black Enough, then Too Experienced, and now he’s
Too Smart?
What
will really be amazing is if voters in PA Buy Clinton’s “Rocky” story. She’s
THE GREAT WHITE HOPE, not some amateur pugilist throwing punches in whatever
available direction.
How
fitting that all of this should take place in the Racial DMZ of Pennsylvania.
Don’t
let the inanity of the debate deceive you. This IS about Race, Power, and once
again about Zen-Like ignorance and the Lie of the American Dream Reborn. The
Parasite has found a new host—not the grouchy, Jimmy-Carter-esque scold that
McCain is sure to become, but The “My Daddy Taught Me How to Shoot” Senator
from New York.
Even though the Working People have nothing to lose but their chains, they are
being quickly persuaded otherwise.
Because
where some see chains, others see a culture at stake—a violent, ignorant,
arrogantly religious Way of Life that somehow deserves protection. HRC is the
new Dubya, having anointed herself Pennsylvania’s
personal vessel for denial.
Meanwhile
the Pope two days ago praised the American Virtue of HOPE. Is an Obama
endorsement on the way? Keep an eye out for that one.